"Aw, don't worry about it. You're short, I wouldn't have thought you could be that obvious."

"You can stop helping now, Mick. Come on, Cisco." Hartley hauled Cisco up by one arm, deciding that they shouldn't spend more time than necessary here. "I'll get you out."

"Of the closet," Mick added with a grin and Hartley rolled his eyes as they made their way to and finally through the door.

"...you're really bad at improv."